Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Rosie Learns The Perils Of Texting.

Mr. Hahathorne got me a SMARTPhone
for my birthday last week.
Just to show me how truly NOT SMART I am.
Thanks.
I think.
The reason I wanted a new phone
was because I wanted to communicate with my children.
Are you sitting there, scratching your head,
at reading that crap?
Because I am.
I have realized ... over how many years??!!?? ...
that my children don't answer a phone.
They have caller ID.
They see me.
And they don't answer.
They only text.
I actually got a hold of Daughter Hawthorne's phone one time,
about 10 years ago,
and looked at the attached notes to her incoming calls,
and when I called her, it would read, "OH SHIT."
A few weeks ago,
I finally threw in the towel
and started texting.
My children responded within minutes.
Texting is power.
I got tired of my $16 Walmart phone.
I always thought 0-9 would be enough for me.
Alas, I caved in to technology
and arrived, screaming, into a very insecure place.
The DROID place.
I have 4 GB.
Someone, please tell me what that means.
Anyways, let's get back to the texting with my chilluns.
Daughter Hawthorne is ill.
I'm worried about her.
The only communication we have is that Messenger Thingie
on my Home Page of my LG phone.
Or at least that's the only thing she responds to.
So's back to the texting.
Everything's going fine
and we're saying our g'bys
and I type in,
"Please say hello to Giada and Dogwood."
I hit send and then found out what Autocorrect did to me.

I never know what auto correct is going to make of what I am trying to type. And yes, sometimes the @#%&$$^$%^ is my words when auto correct refuses to accept my perfectly good words. I wish these smart phones had a "learn word" function.

Rosie, I don't call mine a smart phone, it's my dumb phone--cause I fee SOOOO dumb whilst I use it. As for autocorrect...this website will have you literally rolling on the floor laughing: http://damnyouautocorrect.com/